Well now, I reckon y’all wanna know about that poison in that “The Killing of a Sacred Deer” movie. Ain’t no simple tale, let me tell ya. The movie’s got a lotta strange stuff goin’ on, and this here poison is just one part of it. You see, there’s this fella named Martin, a strange young man, who goes ‘round causin’ all sorts of trouble for this family— a doctor, Steven, and his kin: his wife Anna and their two kids, Kim and Bob. Martin comes in all polite like, but he’s up to no good.
So here’s the deal with that poison. It’s not the kinda poison you’d expect, all quick and deadly, no sir. This here poison works slow, like. First, it paralyzes ya, and then it just takes its time, starvin’ ya and makin’ ya bleed. The whole family starts feelin’ ill after Martin gives ‘em some weird gifts—keychains for the kids and roses for Anna. It ain’t no regular gift, though. Oh no, those gifts have somethin’ inside ‘em that starts the curse. The poison. And if Steven don’t make a choice, if he don’t kill one of his own family, well, that curse is gonna take ‘em all.
Now, I ain’t gonna sugarcoat it, that curse is nasty. It starts with the paralysis, then you get hungry but can’t eat. Then the blood starts comin’ outta yer eyes, and finally, well, you just die. It’s like a slow march to the grave. Martin, he tells Steven that he’s gotta kill one of his own—some kinda twisted repayment, like a debt that can’t be ignored.
The whole point of this here poison, I reckon, is to make ya feel uncomfortable. The movie’s full of them kinda moments where you just don’t know what’s comin’ next. The people in the movie talk all stiff-like, like they ain’t quite human. Makes ya uneasy just watchin’ it. But that’s the idea, I suppose. It’s meant to show ya that even doctors—people who we think can fix everything—can’t fix everything, and that even they can be fallible.
And you know, this whole mess reminds me of a story from way back in the day. It’s got to do with that old Greek tale of Agamemnon and his daughter Iphigenia. That man, Agamemnon, he done killed a sacred deer in the grove of Artemis, and the goddess wasn’t too happy ‘bout it. She told him he had to sacrifice his own daughter, Iphigenia, to make up for it. It’s a curse, kinda like what Martin’s doin’ to Steven’s family. A divine curse that don’t leave no room for mercy.
That’s what this movie does, see? It don’t leave no room for mercy. It just drags ya down deeper and deeper into the mess. The poison in “The Killing of a Sacred Deer” ain’t just some chemical you can find in a bottle. It’s a metaphor for guilt, for choices that have no good answers. You can’t undo what’s been done, and the poison just keeps workin’ until there’s nothin’ left.
In the end, I reckon what makes the poison so bad ain’t just the way it works, but the way it makes ya think. About morality. About choices. About the things you gotta do to protect your own. It’s all twisted, and it don’t give ya any easy answers. You’re left sittin’ there, wonderin’ what you woulda done, if you was in Steven’s shoes. Kill one of your own, or let the curse take ‘em all?
It’s a real hard decision, I tell ya. And that poison, it’s just the start of the mess. Ain’t no way to come outta it clean.
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